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Reason was my constant companion. When we drove down the road, I’d point out the dogs taking walks with their owners.


“Puppy on the left, Rea,” I’d say, and she’d look my way out the window. She’d ride harnessed into the passenger seat. At stoplights, I’d often catch people looking our way and smiling at my best friend sharing the front seat of my life.


Reason was diagnosed with cancer when she was 12. With treatment, she lived two and half years after the diagnosis and a full lifespan for a Boykin Spaniel. We walked every day until two weeks before she died. The walks were short and slow, but she’d still stop and enjoy smelling whatever might catch her nose.


She’s been gone five years, and I am grateful every day for what Reason was to me. Some lives just become a part of our own. Years ago, I clipped from the newspaper a Mutts comic that each time I read it fills my


heart with thoughts of Reason and the life we shared. It shows Earl walking with his owner Ozzie, and reads, “Roses are red. Violets are blue. I’m glad I walked this world with you.”


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